Pampered and arrogant: black-bellied husband please calm down

Chapter 129 Hiss, It Hurts

She was afraid, afraid that one day in the future, Lu Nanchen would really do things that were sorry for her and his family.

After all, he is such an outstanding member of the third generation, the richest man in Pengcheng, even though he wanders in the world of mortals without touching his body, there is no guarantee that some women will not cling to him.

Perhaps it was because she was used to the women raised by her second uncle arrogantly negotiating with her second aunt and asking for alimony. Yu Sinuan especially despised and hated that kind of women and men who cheated in marriage.

If one day, Lu Nanchen did the same thing, then she, Yu Sinuan, would definitely sign the divorce agreement in advance.

She can't accept it, and she can't bear it. This is her bottom line, and no one can cross it.

It wasn't until the thumb holding the handle of the electric kettle inadvertently touched the outer wall of the stainless steel kettle that there was scalding heat, and the white and slender hand retracted reflexively, Yu Sinuan gradually recovered.

The mother was still chattering about something, but Yu Sinuan couldn't take it anymore.

She glanced at the box of tea leaves that were still emitting layers of volatile smoke on the beige marble countertop at her hand, raised her hand, and placed it lightly on the tray in front of her, and casually put the pot of boiling water, and the The set of emerald glass tea sets are all placed in the tray.

"Mom, I'm going out first. Lu Nanchen is outside alone, so he must be waiting."

After tidying up, Yu Sinuan turned her face away and said something to her mother, then took the walnut-colored solid wooden tray in her hand, strode out of the kitchen, and walked towards Lu Nanchen who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

She walked very slowly, and every step she took, she carefully lowered her head to check the pot of water that had just boiled on the tray.

Lu Nanchen, who was originally sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, saw his wife walking towards him with difficulty, he hurriedly put out the burning cigarette in his hand into the glass ashtray on the coffee table, and strode towards his wife.

The big hand with well-defined bones took the tray from his wife first, and those eyes, which concealed countless thoughts and deep love, also saw the teapot in the tray with white smoke, and suddenly became cold, and the brows that were finally stretched were suppressed. Get up old Gao.

Lu Nanchen looked down at his little wife standing in front of him, and said with a gloomy Zhang Jun face: "Si Nuan, it's so heavy, why didn't you ask me to go in and get it?"

What kind of confusion is this girl doing?

What is placed on this tray is not a beverage taken out of the refrigerator, but a pot of boiling water.

What if she bumps and slips her hand, and the boiling water scalds her?
After all, they are all 21 years old, so why don't they even pay attention to this bit of common sense.

"I can still move a pot of tea, and it's not too heavy. Lu Nanchen, I'm not as delicate as you think."

The coldness emanating from Lu Nanchen's eyes, and his handsome face with the three big characters "I'm unhappy" clearly made Yu Sinuan's original thoughts of making him a pot of good tea dissipated for a while, and she was depressed She glanced at Lu Nanchen, walked around him, walked straight to the European-style sofa in the living room, sat down, and simply ignored him.

If she didn't want to make him a good pot of tea, why would she carry so many things from the kitchen to the living room so hard?

It's okay for him to be ungrateful, and he even yelled at her with a dirty face.

They are all people who were raised in the palms of their parents since they were young, who is afraid of whom.

Looking at his wife's angry appearance, Lu Nanchen couldn't help being amused by his wife.

(End of this chapter)